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There's not a star the heaven can shew,
There's not a cottage hearth below,
Men love us, or they need our love;
Freely they own, or heedless prove The curse of lawless hearts, the joy of self-control.
Then rouse thee from desponding sleep,
Nor by the wayside lingering weep, Nor fear to seek Him farther in the wild,
Whose love can turn earth's worst and least
Into a conqueror's royal feast : Thou wilt not be untrue, thou shalt not be beguild. EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
It is the man of God, who was disobedient to the word of the Lord. 1 Kings xiii. 26.
PROPHET of God, arise and take
The scourge of Heaven, to shake
Where angels down the lucid stair
Now, in the twilight, glare
Go, with thy voice the altar rend,
That idols would befriend,
Then turn thee, for thy time is short,
Thou know’st how hard to hurry by,
Beneath the moonlight sky
Where maidens to the Queen of Heaveny
Or breath'd their vows at even
Or thee perchance a darker spell
By mountain grot or fell,
The giant altar on the rock,
h Isaiah lvii. 6. Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion, they, they are thy lot.
Affrights the wandering flock :-
Trust not the dangerous path again-
O lov'd and warn'd in vain !
Thy message given, thine home in sight,
Yield to the false delight
Alas, my brother ! round thy tomb
We read the Pastor's doom
The grey-hair'd saint may fail at last,
Death only binds us fast
NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire, a still small voice. I Kings xix. 12.
IN troublous days of anguish and rebuke,
And their eyes fail for waiting on their Lord : While underneath each awful arch of green, every mountain top,
God's chosen scene
"Tis well, true hearts should for a time retire
Towards promis’d regions of serener grace ;
God's chariot-wheels have left distinctest trace: